What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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I had a dream this morning that started with me going to church. After church was over and we were leaving, I realized that I left my hat on through the entire service and everyone was looking at me kind of funny.

Then I went to work. I had been hired at WalMart to check everyone's id's as they entered to make sure that they were allowed to shop there! (Imagine a WalMart employee wearing a hat, western shirt, levis, boots, and a walmart vest.) There weren't many people and it was very cold, so between customers I would sit in my pickup to keep warm. My boss would come by every few minutes and kept writing me up for not standing by the door at all times. Then, at one point, I had to go inside to the restroom and when I returned, my boss was there again writing me up. I got mad, took off the vest, put it in his hands, and told him I quit.

I had a dream this morning of a new product that I can't imagine would ever be anything but a commercial flop.

Butter skulls.

It is essentially a plastic skull packed with about a pound or two of butter and butter layered on the outside to resemble a human head.

You would use your butter knife to scrape off some butter to butter your bread.

For animal lovers, it could be animal skulls instead. For example, a plastic horse skull packed with butter and sculptured on the outside to look like a horse's head.

^^^mebbe you could market that somehow.

** Trigger Warning: Hostages, Violence, Loss of a Child**
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I dreamed I was visiting my auntie and three cousins, to celebrate the birthday of my middle cousin who was turning 15. (In real life I have lots of aunties and cousins, but the relatives in this dream weren't based on real people except for the 15-year-old birthday cousin, who was based on a character I saw on TV prior to bed, who seemed to be autistic). The eldest cousin was a teenaged boy about 18 years old. He insisted that we all go to a Middle Eastern restaurant about an hour from their home which seemed excessive and unusual, but we all agreed because we wanted falafel.

The restaurant was very crowded. We had to order our food at a counter and then carry it to the tables. As I was ordering food I saw an NT friend of mine from real life. I've barely spoken to her in a year because of my extended shut down and preference of being alone. Someone in her group pointed me out to her. She came over and dove into a coy fish pond which was in the restaurant. She swam around and then haughtily returned to her group after saying something rude. I gave her the finger as she left.

Just then the restaurant lights went out and we were under siege by people with machine guns. There was chaos and screaming and a very real smell of gunpowder. The customers were being led outside by armed police, in single file through a dark corridor. My party got separated and I could only follow my way out of the building by holding a stranger's shirt.

When I got outside I found my youngest cousin. She was sobbing. She told me that my middle cousin had been killed, just as her birthday cake had arrived to the table. I was shocked and devastated. We got separated in the crowd and I was trying to find a way back to my auntie's house. I ended up in the back seat of a man's car. He only spoke Arabic and he couldn't start the engine. He tried repeatedly. He was very kind to me and consoling me about the loss of my cousin on her 15th birthday. He felt like a guardian angel type of character. He was saying philosophical condolences to me in broken English. His car wouldn't start so I ended up on some type of wagon (think: Holocaust?) with many other survivors from the attack. My auntie was there and sobbing for her lost daughter. The oldest cousin who had suggested that we go to that restaurant an hour from home was blaming himself for his sister's death. I tried to hug him to console him, but realised with horror that he was wearing a suicide vest, and he was part of the (planned) attack. That was why he led us to that restaurant.

The last thing I remember was trying to jump off the wagon with my aunt, who was traumatised by the loss of her daughter.

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I had a dream during a nap Sunday afternoon in which my job was to go into every home and business in an old-time village and make sure that they didn't have running water because running water made them lazy.

i had a most alarming dream involving a paring knife and a body part.

a fragment of remembered dream- i was in my late mother's house, i was taking a shower and something made me get out naked and go out and check the mail in the mailbox, i brought it inside then as i went back into the shower i noticed that the shower stall door was open and the shower spray was making the floor wet, and my mom was in there using the washing machine at that point, and then the shower turned into a flower-print daybed, and i asked her how to switch it back into a shower, and she pointed out a lever on the wall i had to pull, and the mattress folded up and the shower nozzle poked back out of the wall and water started running. then i awoke.

That sounds interesting. When I was a kid, I used to regularly dream about going to school without my clothes on because I forgot to put them on. I was happy that it never actually happened, but worried that I might at some time in the future.

^^^what do you think it was telling you about childhood and your childhood thinking?

I had what has to have been the greatest floating/flying dream of my life this morning.

It started up arriving at someone's house with my younger brother who was a friend of theirs. Shortly after going in, I started floating around the house just inches above the floor. I'd drift along until I bumped into something or someone or until I pushed off. At first they wondered why I was acting like that but then they would see that I wasn't touching the ground and they couldn't understand that at all. They tried to do it, too, but were unable to do so.

After a while, I went out the back door and saw that there was a large lake behind the house with tall mountains around the lake. Think about something like the Scottish lochs where the lakes are narrow but go on for miles. I immediately start soaring over the lake like an eagle -- sometimes quite high and sometimes just above the water. The mountains were covered in forests and the entire scene was incredibly beautiful.

Along one side of the lake was a road and so I followed the road and came across a house quite a ways from the original house. At the house, there were lots of people with horses getting ready for a fox hunt. I'm flying among them slowly but they never seemed to notice me at all. Then they mounted the horses and went out looking for the fox with me flying among them. We were going through gates across pastures and over fences, sometimes in the clear and sometimes under dense overgrowths of trees, all at good speed. Eventually, we ended up back at the house where the fox hunt began.

Even though I am getting tired of having violent dreams, this one I will admit actually felt good.

I dreamt that my uncles were visiting and when they arrived, they both were drunk beyond belief and dressed in military attire. They sat at the kitchen table and tried talking despite being drunk. They asked me if I had found myself work and found myself a girlfriend. I said yes to both and asked them if they wanted some more alcohol. They both cheerfully said yes and I obliged.

Things got a little fishy from there. Seeing how drunk they were, I took advantage and opened a medicine cabinet. I removed one of my prescriptions, opened the bottle, took out a few pills, ground them up, and poured them into their beer glasses.

Tense music began playing as they drank. They fell onto the floor, I grabbed a gun, and shot both of them.

The dream finished and I woke up.

Both my uncles served as US Marines, they both believe the spectrum isn't real and that a way for a male on the spectrum to "man up" is to enlist.

I have no intention on enlisting at all.